Have I told you yet that I hate ORTHO. Ugghh. First off I'm Q2 this week. For those not in the know that means that I am on call from 6 am Monday until noon on Tuesday then 5:30 am on Wednesday until noon on Thursday. I have no life outside of the hospital. Just a mind numbing blur between sleep and the hospital. And if I'm real lucky, sleep in the hospital. Except I find that trauma has a distinct prediliction for happening late at night when normal people are sleeping. This is not to say that some idiot can't get drunk and run you over at eight in the morning, it's just that if I was a betting woman I would definitly bet on midnight.
Add to that I have sent my family away this week so they can spend time with people who will actually be awake and interactive. My eleven month old daughter and my husband went to visit the grandparents and though I thought it would be no problem I find that I miss them terribly. They remind me that there is a world out there aside from the hospital. One where I am loved and needed. So aside from the cats, it's all me this week. Sighhhhh.
I hate medicine somedays, mostly because I don't feel like I'm actually doing medicine right now. My day goes something like this. " Yes sir, it's broken. Your going to need surgery", or "Yes it's broken, you need a cast.", or "No its not broken, you'll be fine". Exciting isn't it.
Grumble, grumble, grumble.